Luyện nghe bài hát My Writes

Yo - who guns and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, an mc
Love money like I my moms
Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in wallets
Wall to bullshit I got hardwood floors
Set sail for ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be

And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme my people
Rico, de la, inject you the lethal
Dose of if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip dive
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib

Yo you better recognize and try to analyze
Hand over fist - how can a man act a bitch?
Change and switch, on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

And they'll your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops out
Got you on your knees a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin these from s.c., you best be-
-lieve there's no web or a net
We swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

all together

What you know about my (my writes)
What you know what's weak, what's tight?
And you know about an off night? (uhh)
What you know about frontin for the light?
And what you know them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls show
What you know my writes? (my writes)
Ah you know about my writes? (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm without delilah, the soul survivor
The driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with
My telly's a eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest two breasts
Step into my office cause time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you somethin

Yo style I kick should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, know I'm right for they diet
librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it home to l.a.
With flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up & tan in the back of a van
I learned as a young man - trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own
Let your mind expand, have a plan
Ro-gram is earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo'
Stay young like peter pan, like sly, a stand
And go uptown saturday night like

I keep it dirty like the bed (dirty)
Dirty like red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the
you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my work
Expert, to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, with it
If they ask who cut the grits say e-swift did it

w/ minor variations

And I've been to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the
I did a tour in with de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause real coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see like these is why this album goin classic

This is for the dj, bring it one time
I drop like when my moms told me to rhyme
I'm - old school my dad is
So add this, to your collect', won - who the baddest?

Aiyyo we theme park status, these niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, they done tripped the
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin tunes
In this we'll stay down like found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, the real from the plastic
And I gotta say no
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type
Manpower is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the
I never soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only concern is makin that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass
Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be

Four rap, twist the cap and kick back
De la, and tha liks came to get that
And you know about us droppin ya
And you with half a face like the phantom of the opera?

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Ah you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)

You got the right to shut the fuck up!